Bumbershoot Monday: Thank God It's Over!
Don't get Seattlest wrong; we had a great time all weekend at Bumbershoot. How could we not love the mountains of garlic fries bigger than our heads? The sweaty, pimply teenage boys with their curly shagged hairdos and their overly made-up girlfriends in message t-shirts? Most importantly, and less sarcastically, how could we not get super psyched about a weekend of rainless weather in Seattle and an opportunity to discover loads of local talent about which we had previously been unaware? We couldn't! That's why we spent the whole damned weekend putting up with the sweaty, stale beer stench and the long bathroom lines. Because we heart seriously good music.
Like Sera Cahoone, who played the final day on the Miller Lite stage. Sera not only spells her name way cooler than any other "Sarah" we know, but also happens to be a hell of a drummer. Neither of those things were what she was on the The Mountain stage for, though. She was up there because she rules. She also looks a lot like our friend Elaine, but that's another story. Cahoone crooned it Aimee Mann-Magnolia-style (not to be confused with Aimee Mann-"Voices Carry"-style, which is still wonderful, but we're just sayin').
Then we spent a whole lot of time doing not much of anything worth mentioning, at least until Feist came on (hours and hours later). Much to our pleasure and pleasant surprise, Feist kicks just as much live as they do on CD. Feist herself has a hell of a voice, and, all dressed in white, she looked and sounded like an absolute angel.
